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Poster: Old_NJ_Head_Zimmer Date: Mar 28, 2007 5:02pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: show &/or road stories

Weird category:

I'm standing outside after the Richmond show - 11/1/85 - and a guy and his friend come up to me and my friend and start small talk about the show. Then he says to me "Want to see something funny?" with that real crazy look in his eye. I'm getting a really weird vibe and don't reply. He reaches down and pulls off his fake leg. He holds it up and says "Thats f'd up isn't it?" looking for a response and wanting an answer. Not sure if the guy is going to snap or what, I am totally stunned. I just stare at him, scared shit. After a few tense seconds, he starts yelling and jumping up and down. Luckily, the crowd is exiting and totally going banannas from the show they just saw. The guy is distracted and we slip off into the flow of the crowd. My friend and I just look at each other in relief but can not believe it really happened. I know it was real but still.......

No wonder Richmond didn't want the Dead back in town. Makes the locals crazy......

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Poster: BryanE Date: Mar 28, 2007 6:59pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: show &/or road stories

I shared the long saga of the hitch-hiking trip from Oakland to Eugene some months back, but can't discern the thread where it was posted. Still, it's a good story about a couple that picked us up from a freeway on-ramp who obviously had little of their own, but shared what they did have with a couple of gnomes learning the difference between the romantic notion of being on the road and the tedious reality of it.

I always loved finding people at their first show who were turned on to the band either by me alone, or by me and other Heads they knew. A year after graduating from high school, I was square-dancing to Sugar Magnolia with Laura Henry at the Mississippi River Festival show in Edwardsville, Illinois. One night at Alpine Valley, I found Matt Creen who lived on my floor in the freshman dorms. The last two shows I saw were with Eileen Donohue, one of my theatre classmates at Southern Illinois University (during Black-Throated Wind she asked, "What song is this?" "Black-Throated Wind." "Black-Throated Wind. They're rockin, man! They're rockin'!") And while I had taken her to her first show, at the Rosemont Horizon in Chicago, I found Lisa, my first true love, a few years later at the same Alpine show I just mentioned. We hadn't seen each other in quite a while, and the meeting resulted in a big embrace. The down side of that, though, was that in my excitement of being able to put my arms around her for the first time in a couple of years, I bumped her face and gave her a fat lip. I saw her again some months later and she told me her mouth had bled for the rest of the night.

It's always something.

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Poster: BryanE Date: Mar 28, 2007 6:59pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: show &/or road stories

Might they have been crazy before the Dead ever arrived?